Rebirth: My college entrance exam score was stolen? I turned the tables and made a billion.

This time, Liu Guangming finally stopped watching.

He looked up and followed the direction Zhao Xiaojun was pointing.

He was a boy wearing a white shirt.

He wore shiny black leather shoes, and a digital watch on his wrist reflected the sunlight.

Eighteen-year-old Chen Defu was not short, had fair skin, and his hair was styled with hair gel, so it was perfectly styled.

He was accompanied by two classmates, one carrying his pencil case and the other carrying his water bottle.

Two people were talking to him, and he would occasionally reply with a word, his expression as relaxed as if he were on a spring outing.

Zhao Xiaojun looked at it and clicked his tongue twice:

"See that? That's Chen Defu."

"I must say, he's dressed quite handsomely. That shirt must have cost several yuan, right? And those leather shoes, I've seen them before. They're sold in the department store in the county town for twenty-eight yuan."

Twenty-eight yuan.

Liu Guangming looked down at the cloth shoes on his feet.

The third sister sewed the sole, and the fourth sister sewed the outer fabric. They've been worn for two years, and the area around the big toe is worn thin; you can feel the pebbles on the ground when you walk.

He looked at himself again.

A faded undershirt, two sizes too big, was a hand-me-down from my brother-in-law last year, hanging loosely on his body.

Just then, Chen Defu turned around and glanced at the people around him. When his gaze swept over, it lingered on Liu Guangming for about half a second.

There was no change in his expression; he just glanced at it casually.

It's like when you're walking down the street and glance at a utility pole on the side of the road—a casual glance.

Liu Guangming also turned his gaze away expressionlessly.

He unzipped his pencil case, checked his pencils and pens, zipped it up, stopped reading, said goodbye to Zhao Xiaojun, and prepared to enter the examination room.

The teacher at the entrance of the examination room took the admission ticket and looked at his face.

"Liu Guangming, Songyang No.1 Middle School?"

"right."

"Go in, this is the third exam room, the fourth row by the window."

Liu Guangming took back his admission ticket, went inside, and found his seat.

The desktop was quite clean, and there were words carved by previous students on the wooden desktop. The two characters "必胜" (meaning "victory is certain") had been traced several times with a ballpoint pen.

At 8:00 sharp, the preparatory bell rang.

The proctors came in, a man and a woman, and then the students took off their hair to try out the curls, which were then placed face down on the table.

"Attention candidates, the exam papers are now being distributed. Please wait for the bell to ring. Do not turn the pages of the exam paper without permission."

The male teacher gave the order only after the bell rang.

"Now begin answering the questions."

Liu Guangming flipped through the exam paper.

Chinese language and literature.

The first question, a basic knowledge multiple-choice question, tested pronunciation discrimination.

In option A, the character "酗" in "酗酒" is marked with xù.

In option B, the character “袂” in “联袂” is marked with the character “mèi”.

Option C, the character "犷" in "粗犷" is marked kuàng.

In option D, the character "据" in "拮据" is marked with "jū".

In his past life, he chose C.

wrong.

犷 is pronounced guǎng.

This time he circled C directly, selecting the option with an incorrect pronunciation.

The second question concerns the use of idioms.

Distinguishing between "not living up to expectations" and "not failing to live up to expectations".

In his past life, he chose B, but he should have chosen D.

He remembered this pitfall for thirty years.

down.

Fill in the blanks in the classical Chinese poems and prose.

"The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, ___________."

In his past life, he wrote "长" (cháng) as "常" (cháng) in the phrase "秋水共长天一色" (qiū shuǐ gòng cháng tiān yī sè), and lost a point.

When he put pen to paper this time, he deliberately wrote the character "长" (long) larger and clearer.

Next was the reading comprehension section, consisting of two modern texts.

The first passage is an excerpt from an essay about an old teacher who returned to a rural elementary school after retiring. The question is, "What do the 'carved marks on the old desk' in the text symbolize?"

Four options.

In my past life, I chose A: "The passage of time".

The standard answer is C, "the emotional connection passed down from generation to generation between teachers and students".

Actually, you could have figured it out by carefully reading the last paragraph of the original text, but he was only eighteen at the time and was doing the questions too quickly, so he didn't look at it carefully.

This time he circled the C and drew an arc on the paper with the pen tip.

The second reading passage is an excerpt from classical Chinese, taken from the *Zizhi Tongjian*. The question asks, "What was the meaning of Emperor Taizu's words?"

He got this right in his past life, so there's no need to change it.

He worked through the basic and reading comprehension questions almost without stopping.

Which questions were wrong in the past life, and which were right in the past life? Let's find out the answers to all of them.

When he got to the essay question, Liu Guangming paused for a moment.

The topic is a writing assignment based on provided materials.

The story is about a tree that, as a child, grew in the shade of a large tree and couldn't grow very tall. Later, the large tree was cut down, and the sapling grew into the tallest tree.

You are required to choose your own perspective and title, and write no less than 800 words.

In his past life, he wrote "Walking Out of the Shadows," with the theme "Difficulties are temporary, and perseverance leads to success."

Off topic.

It didn't run wide, it just veered off course.

Because the core message of this material is not "persistence," but "constraint and breakthrough."

What truly limits you may be precisely what you think is protecting you.

Liu Guangming picked up his pen and wrote four characters on the draft paper.

Emerging from the Cocoon

He didn't write a long draft; he outlined the points in five lines and wrote directly on the answer sheet.

The opening didn't use parallelism or famous quotes; it just consisted of a single sentence:

"I once met a man who lived in the shadow of others for thirty years, until the day the shadow disappeared, he realized that he had never stood up straight."

The subsequent arguments are logically clear. First, the problem is addressed by identifying the constraints, then the analysis shows that habitual dependence and passive acceptance are themselves a kind of shackle, and finally, the discussion elevates the discussion to the point that actively breaking free is the beginning of growth.

He quoted a passage from Zhuangzi and a sentence from Lu Xun, then turned his attention back to the material itself at the end.

Eight hundred and fifty characters, written in one go.

As he put down his pen, Liu Guangming let out a long sigh.

He looked up at the clock hanging in the examination room.

Forty minutes remain.

Among the candidates around them, some were still biting their pen handles, while others had already filled their draft papers with crossed-out words.

He looked up three rows ahead, to the right, and saw a familiar back of a head.

Chen Defu.

The bureau chief's son, who was "sure to pass the undergraduate entrance exam," was currently propping his head up with one hand and tapping the table casually with the other.

He yawned.

He yawned so loudly that he covered it with the back of his hand.

The proctor next to him glanced at him, and he shrank back, picked up his pen again, and wrote two lines.

After writing for less than half a minute, the pen stopped again, and I started twirling it.

Last night's Euro 2016 semi-final between Denmark and the Netherlands went into extra time, and it was so exciting that he stayed up until 2 a.m., his eyelids were practically glued together.

At that moment, Chen Defu's mind was filled with Schmeichel's save...

Liu Guangming, of course, knew nothing about these things.

He simply looked away and began to check his exam paper from the beginning.

Question by question, word by word.

Each answer was checked against the standard answer in my memory to confirm that it was correct.

With fifteen minutes left before the exam was due, Liu Guangming put down his pen.

He sat there, waiting quietly.

When the bell rang, Chen Defu, who was in the front row, hurriedly added a few lines to his test paper. Only when the proctor walked over did he reluctantly put down his pen.

After the exam papers were collected, Liu Guangming stood up, put away his stationery, and walked out.

When he walked out of the examination room, Zhao Xiaojun was waiting for him at the school gate, his face full of grief.

"Brother Guangming! What's the answer to the third question? Which 'long' in the classical Chinese poem '长天一色' (cháng tiān yī sè) refers to? I wrote the 'chang' in 'daily'..."

Liu Guangming patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't think about it anymore. Don't compare answers after the exam. There's another one this afternoon."